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:spotlight-left: Where Dream and Day Collide :spotlight-right:

Hello and welcome to our little corner of friends! Can we offer you something? :coffeemachine: Coffee? :tea: Tea maybe? Or even some warm :milk: ? There is also free :pie: for everyone here, even when you're just dropping by to say hello!

"Where Dream and Day Collide" is the place where the dream domains of its creators (SLefor & PhaeOBrien) touch with reality, leaving behind their marks upon the world we're living! :earth:

But what would those domains be without any inhabitants? Without the joy and sorrow, the laughter and tears of their living occupants?

The answer is simple.

They would be deserted planes of vast emptiness. They wouldn't exist.

It's those domains we invite you to populate with us!

Bring your creative ideas, thoughts and concerns and join our OCs with yours (yes, you read right!:nod:) in all sorts of adventures that your wonderful minds can come up with!:hug:


Before you join take a look at our Rules and Guidelines first. We promise, it won't take long!

And because we love a bit of chit chat here and there, we have ourselves a chatroom! Everyone is welcome to join us!

And don't you ever forget!

Work Together Stamp by Mirz123 Stand Up - Stand Alone Stamp by Mirz123 Tie Rope Hang On Stamp by Mirz123

Gallery Folders

Home is where the Heart is by PhaeOBrien
Zacqr, The Wild Bear by PhaeOBrien
OC Profile Sheets
OC Profile: Norick Blanke by PhaeOBrien
OC Profile: Hasar by PhaeOBrien
Terra Antiqua - Visual
Rithiell Gel'feyn portrait by PhaeOBrien
Norick, Rithiell and Hasar by PhaeOBrien
Hasar of Ahmiran chibified! by PhaeOBrien
Norick Blanke chibified! by PhaeOBrien
The Wandering Caravan- Visual
Warmth by Felixuta
Commission- Azyriel by Lilith-the-5th
Terra Antiqua - Literature

Mature Content

First Impressions - Pt.1 by PhaeOBrien
Warmth in the Cold Winter Contest
Finding Warmth in the Cold by Poetic-Dragon

Mature Content

Storm Duel by Bagam
A Painter's Corner for our Friends
Azyriel 001 by Poetic-Dragon
A Writer's Corner for our Friends

Mature Content

Feature Your Artwork
Tutorial photoshop Fantasy by 35-Elissandro
PROJECT -X-.SD by 35-Elissandro
Island Rhino by 35-Elissandro
Tortoise Surreal 2017 by 35-Elissandro


Lady Luck by Elistraie
shrine by digital-fantasy
Crow mage - illustration by noiprox
Rhezus by czarnystefan
Terra Antiqua Inspirational Folder
shrine by digital-fantasy
Crow mage - illustration by noiprox
Red Wolf, White Oak by TwaRavenMotifs
Rhezus by czarnystefan
The Caravan Inspirational Folder
Sinnoch by Gabriella-Bujdoso
Jade by Deligaris
Comission: Deja LaLiberte by GisAlmeida
Have a little faith by Eepox
Suggestions for Terra Antiqua
Cyborg- Mosh by 35-Elissandro
Cyborg   Prithvi-Enoch by 35-Elissandro
Suggestions for The Caravan
Gipsy Girl by MarcoRibbe-de
Lana by Venlian
mistress by Sophia-M
Gypsy woman by Gold-Seven



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Winners and their Feature

Sat Feb 16, 2013, 9:56 AM
It's not too long ago that the :snowflake: Winter Contest :snowflake: we were hosting over at :icondream-and-day: ended and the winners were announced. In this journal I will be featuring the winning entries, along with the artists and a selected number of their artwork. :)

:star: Winners :star:

The Winner of the "Visual" category Award
(with her entry "And we talked all night")

The Runner-Up of the "Visual" category Award

The Winner of the Literature category Award

The Runner-Up of the Literature category Award

The Winner of the "People's Choice Award"

Before I start with the features I wanted to thank again all the participants of the contest.:hug: Without their creativity our first ever contest would have failed and our hopes for a series of contests after that would have vanished! 
 We are grateful! :heart:

:star: Features :star:

The Visual winning entry


The Visual runner-up entry



The Literature winning entry

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The Literature runner-up entry

The Prince and the QueenThe Prince and the Queen
The hooded cloak coiled around Akataras while he walked, white as the snow that fell from above. The black of mourning had not slipped from the elf's shoulders for long, before he had once again clad himself in light. Familiar pains were easier to bear perhaps, or he had found a new road, paved on the lives he had buried, that led to a more clear path.
His path was clear, but his mind and heart were not. His long and ragged brown hair was not in the style of one whose mind was settled, or heart healed. The white furs, silks and leathers he wore only warded against the frost outside, not within. The exhaustion in his eyes betrayed him, for they were as cold and as the snow beneath his feet.
He looked toward the road ahead with tired turquoise eyes, but did not truly see it. They gleamed in the moonlight and revealed more than the traveller had ever dared to share. As if he feared the moon and starlight could see his deepest secrets, he pu


On These Lost WingsOn These Lost Wings
O'er every hill, I soar to you,
On these black wings of mine,
Oh precious one who I adore,
That I dare to call divine,
None who speak can tell me why,
I should not hold you close,
And with this serpent's tongue I swear,
I shall not tell a lie,
To you or any you hold dear,
Be it you, or I,
As long as we can still draw breath,
And drift amongst the sky,
Till we fall from grace above,
And are doomed to die,
I swear of this, to you my love,
Wherever we may fly,
On wings of raven, or of dove,
Soaring ever high,
We had parted ways before,
Of this we were both aware,
And yet for all the time we'd lost,
It did not matter when or where,
To you, who I adore,
Thrice we walked our own lone paths,
Yet no matter how we strayed,
We found ourselves beside the hearths,
That we, as one, had made.
Louder Than ThunderLouder Than Thunder
'I suppose you're here for the story, like all the others? I can't say I'm surprised, word does have a tendency to get around and the stories about him always do get distorted. Very well, get comfortable and let me tell you how in one single moment it all came crashing down, I'll tell you how it ended and then tell you how it happened, and then maybe just maybe, I'll tell you how it began.'
The roar echoed across the mountainside, the bellow splitting the air with all the fury of a storm and then, silence. Just silence, no birds in the trees, no rustling of the wind against the leaves, not even the steady rush of water along a stream. Just the silence, the quiet, the incredible volume and din of sound that is nothing, no sound in the world is stronger than the silence that falls after it fades.
It always comes back to the same thing and it always means the same, when a wolf no longer howls, when a bat no longer shrieks, when the birds no long
Something Very SpecialSomething Very Special
"Tell me a story." He said to me. Looking at me with those naïve blue eyes like always.
"What's the magic word?" I asked him. He was so young and innocent then, not like now. My little boy, all grown up with the weight of the world on his shoulders, but still smiling, even now.
"Tell me a story... please. Oh please tell me one." He replied, remembering his manners after a little prompting. He was still learning back then, though he never really stopped I suppose.
"And what story would you like to hear?" I smiled at him and he smiled back. Such a beautiful child with the brightest smile, it matched his eyes, always sparkling.
"My favourite." He grinned.
His favourite... it actually scared me a little every time I told it. Not because the story itself was terrifying, though it had its moments. No, I just knew that one day my little boy would find something in that story that would change his life. He had always been special to me, alway
Swords and SandThe swords and sand are intertwined and thus the heart was scattered,
But worth nothing twas it truly it never really mattered,
All I know is all I am it's all that I will be,
This light so bright this dark so dim, no longer can I see,
And yet no sorrow I doth feel for unknown twas my cause,
all was known was all I am, bringer of the wars,
All the rest I'll never get, all the pain I suffer,
Warmed by fire, held by brimstone, kissed by burning sulphur,
This world so old, this dream so shallow,
The holy blade oh so hallowed,
A tool of war a sacred thing,
Of it's power angels sing,
But they are wrong I cry out loud,
How could something oh so cold be part of heaven's cloud,
It is the devils tool I say,
I hoped they'd listen to me but nay,
So that dark tool, made me the fool and stole away my shadow,
And ever more I walk this day forever unhallowed,
And ever more I must fight against against the blade of god,
A blade of god but not of good a cruel twisted joke,
No tool of war could ever be

The "People's Choice" winning entry

Fond Memories      How many years had it been since that day? Thalion wondered. The half-elf sighed reminiscently as he surveyed the crater. The wreckage had long since been picked clean. He felt that strange scrap of metal in his pocket that Oreyn had given him. He also had given a piece to Azyriel.
Mother . . . thoughts of the elf brought up memories of her beauty and warm smile. Her eyes haunted him because they were his own. He avoided mirrors because of them.
Oreyn gave the largest piece to Raina. Little Raina why did you have to let it blind you? The look of hatred on her face from Oreyn’s murder tortured his sleep. Thalion shivered and not just from the cold as he knelt down to touch the scarred scorched earth. Oreyn said the dark elf had stepped out of the flames like a phoenix. It seared her clothes away, but never touched her shadowy skin.
Thalion smiled remembering the gasps the camp would m


Mature Content

Xull'rae the red headed drow"Dilyl tell us a story," The children whined. All three were running about and jumping onto things, but it was Irrkacha that was being the most annoying.
Don't meander Irr," Dilyl scolded.
"Don't use big words I don't know ol' lady," Irrkacha shot back.
"It's custom for drow to behave with better sense," Dilyl reminded the child, yanking her off the chair she was about to leap off of.
"Then I waiver tradition!" the little drow girl shouted at the top of her lungs, squirming in her captors grasp. The boys took one look at Dilyl and settled down.
"Why can you not be unspoiled like your brothers?" Dilyl sighed.
Irrkacha hissed, "Because you are stupid and stubby like a dwarf, you half-breed."
"Such derelict . . ." moaned Dilyl in a suffering manner.
"What?" the girl child asked in annoyance at an actual word she failed to understand.
Her twin, Izzkah came to the rescue to explain. "It means, lacking a sense of duty."
"Such a smarty know-it-all you

Mature Content

Childhood MemoriesIzzkah sighed in weariness, flopping onto his bed with abandon. His sister Irrkacha was in the bed beside his, snoring and drooling. She was stoned and drunk, it wouldn't be long before she was in the latrine vomiting the morning away and needing his help against their mother Xull'rae. It would all depend if Vesz'aun, their father, managed to sex her up properly. If so she would be lenient, if not, Izzkah unconsciously flinched at the thought.
He and his sister were grown by human standards, but by elven measure they were still children. To drow they were nothing until they went through their rite of passage. Izzkah stifled a yawn and got up to find something to read. There was no point in going into reverie when Irr would go through withdrawal shortly and their rite of passage would be at dusk today.
One red and one amber eye scanned the shelves, but he had read everything when something brown and cluttered caught his attention. Reaching forward he gripped something cool and soft. Man

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everfae Featured By Owner May 6, 2013
I hope you have a summer contest! ^_^
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everfae Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2013
Ok, it's been a long time since the contest ended but I finally got mine in my gallery. I hope you like it ^_^
everfae Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2013
Yaay! Good News! I MIGHT be able to get an entry for the contest submitted for the deadline. I'm about 46% (yes precise, but it seems like a right number) done with my entry, but i still have my art project to wrap up and a portfolio to build by the end of the month. D: (and also another exam)

Hopefully I'll still be able to finish by the deadline, and if not I'll just submit to my gallery after the contest is over :) Either way, I'm going to finish it some time.
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Lilith-the-5th Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Professional
Thank you very much for requesting my work!:love:
ilyana8 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Student General Artist
thks for the affiliation with :iconworldoffantasy: :D
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